Troy

Can you imagine those days when you grow a thousand years older?
When time is nearly stalking you through life and you dramatize everything.
There are so many dreams out there, so many dreams leaning towards hope.
Avoiding them for just a moment when I trust my love to the comfort of suicide.

It all ends here - under the skin.

As you see me - under the skin.

The harder I try - under the skin.

The further I fall, the further I fall.

Is there a place where God feels at home, a warm and safe place without memory?

We fall divided, draining away...

To murder all that's between us.

To murder the irrelevance we suffer.

To murder the matters in our hands.

To murder the little faith we managed to sustain.

As I let my blood follow yours we sink into another vacant soul.

As pain crescends to murder... this soul, this Troy, this trial.